Post by Apollo on May 17, 2006 13:11:36 GMT -5
Name:
Phoibos Apollon
Nickname:
Apollo
Breed:
Mustang
Gender:
Stallion
Age:
4 Springs
Height:
15 hh
Color:
Pure White
Heart:
Light
History:
The First Year- Apollo was born on a misty spring morning. A few days before his mother had left the herd to find a place to foal. The foaling went by with no problem and Apollo was born healthy. Learning to walk came easy to him; ten minutes. Within the next twenty minutes he was trotting and around and kicking his heels, going into mad gallops. After every run he always was back in the shadow of his mother.
A few weeks after being born, his mother began teaching him many things. Like what to eat, what to fear, and how to survive. Apollo learned quickly, above the average time taken. Most he learned by himself. Like how to fight off a hungry coyote. One day he had been walking farther from his mother than usual. Apollo shied at a boulder just for a excuse to run. Never did he suspect the coyote in the bushes. When he had shot by the coyote, it had jumped after him and snapped at his heels. Baring his teeth and laying back his ears the young colt had slung out his heels and layed a hoof right on the coyote's cranium. It layed still, dead. Quite frightened Apollo ran back to his worring mother.
Later in Apollo's first year it was his time to go back to the herd. His mother had set off and he followed. She refused to give him milk, so he learned to graze quickly. The day he arrived at the herd they swarmed him and sniffed noses. That was the first day he met his father, White Demon, the leader.
The Second Year- Apollo was almost full grown at this point and was begining to take intrest with the fillies. Their was one, White Wolf that always caught his eye. She was a silent, white arabian filly. All the other fillies took great intrest in Apollo, trying to gain his intrest, while White Wolf ignored him. The other colts became jealous of him and challenged him in a race. They set up and raced toward a small gnarled tree. Apollo won...no contest. So all the fillies were swooning over him.
Later in the year Apollo became even more interested. He would reach maturity soon. And White Demon knew it. Soon he would have to chase the colts out...they were getting to interested. One day, while all the colts were competing around, White Demon charged out and chased them off. Apollo was with them.
The Third Year-Apollo became a bachelor like most of the young colts. Other became loners or were caught. It was spring and the mares were in heat. The bachelors watched the herds closely, looking for worn down stallions.
One day a mare had been seperated from her herd and had stumbled upon the bachlors. They rushed to meet her exchanging greetings. A zelous young stallion began chasing everyone away, claiming the mare. Apollo without a care for her walked away silently.
The Fouth Year- Apollo wandered for years, searching for something. One day he came upon these lands. He noticed some lands were evil, while others were pure. The young stallion had planned to create a herd. A herd to rival his father's herd.
How became Wild (Only for other breeds then mustang):
Always Wild
Attitude:
Apollo is a down-to-earth horse. He is often quite quiet and prefers not to talk much unless you are on of his few close friends. His leadership skills excel and survival skills are inconceivable. He is sometimes overly protective and watches everything closely. If something really bothers him, a long time of thought will be put on it. Things tend to stay with Apollo for awhile; it’s hard for him to drop heart-crushing things. Apollo usually isn’t shy and will come right out with something. Hardly anything bothers, or maddens him, but when something does he can get quite angry and won’t drop it quickly. He isn’t one to want a mate, but he wants a very close friend. It will be quite hard for him to trust again. Usually he is passionate to the mares, but jumpy and cautious around other stallions. He thinks he really has no purpose in life. Apollo will be found most of the time alone pondering his thoughts, concerns, secrets, and troubles.
Other info:
Ummm. Nothin'